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One of the visitors replied: "No, we've had no-l “It now became my turn to take the stand ; and thing of the kind, where I live.”

upon me rested the hopes of my family. I can truly “I thought so! I knew it !” returned the patient, say, that it was not so much fear that made my hand frowning. “I have an enemy. Ice! ICE! Why, I tremble and my pistol to waver: it was the deep ordered one of my very best earthquakes for your sense of responsibility that rested upon me. We took part of the country! It was to have ripped up the our places--a simultaneous discharge was a moment earth, and sent the Mississippi into the Gulf of Mex. after heard-and, and " ico. Look here !” he continued, pointing to a crack Here the narrator put his handkerchief to his face, in the plastering, “that's one of my earthquakes! and seemed to shake with irrepressible agitation. What do you think of that? I've got more orders “Well, sir," exclaimed our young Munchausen for earthquakes than I can attend to in a year. I've who had listened to the narrative with almost breath. got four coming off up north this afternoon-two in less attention, “well, sir-well ?--what was the re Vermont !"

sult? How did it end?"

I was shot dead the first fire!" replied the oid That was a good story that was told of an occur- gentleman; the property passed into the hands of . rence which took place in a stage-coach one morning my uncle and his family; and my surviving brother many years ago in the western part of this State. A has been poor as a rat ever since !" young, conceited fellow, who had been monopolizing | An uproarious laugh, that fairly shook the coach, almost all the conversation of the company, consist. | told “Braggadocio" that he had been slightly "taken ing of some sixteen passengers, had been narrating the in and done for" after a manner entirely his own. wonderful exploits he had performed, the prodigies | This anecdote will not be lost upon bored listenof valor of which he had been the hero, and the woners to those who shoot with the long bow, or in other derful escapes of which he had been the subject. words, stretch a fact until they have made it as long At least he related one adventure in which he was the as they want it. We have somewhere heard of a principal actor, which was so perfectly astounding, man at a dinner-party who was determined not to be that a low whistle of incredulity was a simultaneous outdone in this but too common species of archery. demonstration on the part of the passengers. An old Some one present had been engaged in attracting gentleman, with a solemn visage, and an ivory-headed the attention of the company to an account of a pike cane, sitting in the back corner of the stage, here that he had caught the day before that weighed nine. observed:

teen pounds! “Pooh !” exclaimed a gentleman sit" That last adventure of yours, my young friend, ting near him, “that is nothing to the one I caught is a very extraordinary one-very extraordinary. One last week, which weighed twenty-six pounds." could hardly believe it without having seen it. I“ Confound it!" whispered the first fisherman to his didn't see it; but I can relate a circumstance which neighbor, “I wish I could catch my pike again ; I'd happened in my family, and in which I was for a add ten pounds to him directly!" time deeply interested, which is almost as remarkable, and I believe quite as true. Will you hear it?" | There is something more than mere good meas.

“Certainly,” said our braggadocio; “I should be ures in the following lines. There is a satire upon very glad to hear it.”

Love and Mammon, when the deep affections of the "Give it to us! give it to us!" echoed the whole heart reach a greater depth in the pocket: company, getting an inkling, from the solemn phiz “Dear friend, I'm glad to meet you here, of the old gentleman, that something rich was in the

But scarce know what to say, wind.

• For such an angel I have seen “ Well, sir," continued the narrator, "the circum

At your mamma's to-day! stance to which I alluded is this: My father had

Or fairer form than Venus, when three children. He had an only brother, who had

She trod the Grecian shore;

And then such splendid hair and eyes also three children. My grandfather had left to my

I never saw before. father and my uncle a large estate, in the executor.

" Her air and manners were divine, ship of which a quarrel broke out, which grew more

Above all petty arts; and more bitter, until at length the aid of the law

Oh, surely she was formed to reign was invoked, and many years of violent litigation

The peerless Queen of Hearts. ensued, during all which time the costs of the pro

Dear Bob, we have been college friends, ceedings were gradually eating up the estate. My

And friendship's still the same; father and uncle saw this, and though bitter enemies,

Now only tell me who she isthey had too much sense to bite each his own nose off.

Oblige me with her name. They were chivalrous and brave men, almost as much,

16 Fine hair and eyes !''the Queen of Hearts" probably, as yourself, sir (addressing the daring young

Who can she be?--oh, yes! gentleman aforesaid), and they determined to fight

I know her now-why, Frederick, that's

My sister's governess" it out among themselves,' as the saying is, and thus

Your sister's governess!!-Indeed keep the money in the family. Well, sir, my father

I thought it might be so: made this proposition to my uncle ; to wit: that the She looks genteel--but still there is three sons of each, in the order of their age, should

About her something low !" settle the disputed question on the field of honor; the majority of the survivors to decide the affirma. It is not a little amusing, or it would be if it were tive. It was readily acceded to. My eldest brother not rather a serious matter oftentimes, to hear a sur went out, on the appointed day, and at the first fire he geon who loves his profession talk with another of fell dead upon the turf. My next eldest brother took the "splendid fungus" which he had recently re his station at once, and at the second fire, shot my moved, or the “beautiful case of amputation of both next eldest cousin through the lungs, and he never arms at the shoulder," which he had just witnessed.. drew a whole breath afterward."

A fair travesty of this is afforded in the letter pur. Here the old gentleman's emotion was so great porting to come from an apothecary in the country ta that he parised a moment, as if to collect himself. a friend in London, wherein, among other things, he Prescatly he proceeded :

| wrote : “My patients are rather select *han numer

ous, but I think the red lamp and brass plate may 1 SYMPATHY, we find described on a slip in our attract a few. I had a glorious case of dislocation “Drawer" to be “A sensibility of which its objects of the shoulder last week, and nearly pulled the fel. are oftentimes insensible." It may be considered low in half with the assistance of two or three brick. wrong to discourage a feeling of which there is no layers who were building next door. The other doc. great superabundance is this selfish and hard-hearted lor tried first, and couldn't reduce it, because he had world; but even of the little that erists, a portion is no bricklayers at hand. This has got my name up, frequently thrown away; a fact sufficiently illustrat rather. They are terrible Goths down here though.ed by two amusing instances, cited by the writer in You can scarcely conceive the extent of their igno- question : rance. Not one in twenty can read or write ; and A city damsel, whose ideas had been Arcadian so all my dispensing-labels which I tie on the bottles ized by the perusal of pastorals, having once ma te are quite thrown away. A small female toddled into | an excursion to a distance of twenty miles from the surgery the other day, and horrified me by drawl. London, wandered into the fields, in the hope of dising out:

covering a bona fide live shepherd.' To her great "If you please, sir, mother's took the lotion, and delight, she at length encountered one, under a green rubbed her leg with the mixture !'.

hedge, with his dog by his side, his crook' in his “ This might have been serious, for the lotion con- hand, and his sheep round about him, just as if he Sained a trifle of poison; but Jack and I started off were sitting to be modeled in China for a chimney. directly ; and as it happened very luckily to be ornament. To be sure, he did not exhibit the blue washing-day, we drenched the stupefied woman with jacket, jessamine vest, pink inexpressibles, and soap-suds and pearl-ash, until every thing was thrown peach-colored stockings of those faithful portraitures. off from the stomach, including, I suspect, a quanti. This was mortifying: still more so was it, that he ty of the lining membrane. This taught me the les. was neither particularly young nor cleanly ; but most son, that a medical man should always have his in- of all, that he wanted the indispensable accompani. struments in order; for if Jack had not borrowed my ment of a pastoral reed, in order that he might be. stomach-pump to squirt at the cats with, a good deal guile his solitude with the charms of music. Touched of bother might have been avoided. But he is a with pity at this privation, and lapsing unconscious. clever fellow at heart, and would do any thing for ly into poetical language, the damsel exclaimed: me. He quite lived on the ice during the frost, trip- “Ah, gentle shepherd ! tell me, where's your ping every body up he came near; and whether he | Pipe?' injured them seriously or not, I know the will was “I left it at home, miss,' replied the clown. good, and was therefore much obliged to him !" scratching his head, 'cause I haint got no 'baccy !!”

The “sentiment” was satisfied at once in this

case, as it was in the other, which is thus presented It would be a curious thing, if they could be traced “A benevolent committee-man of the Society for out, to ascertain the origin of half the quaint old superseding the necessity of climbing chimney-sweep sayings and maxims that have come down to the boys, seeing a sooty urchin weeping bitterly at the present time from unknown generations. Who, for corner of a street, asked him the cause of his dis. example, was “Dick," who had the odd-looking tress; to which the boy replied: ** hat-band," and who has so long been the synonym | “Master has been using me shamefully : he has or representative of oddly-acting people? Who been letting Jim Hudson go up the chimney at Num knows any thing authentic of the leanness of "Job's ber Nine, when it was my turn. He said it was too turkey," who has so many followers in the ranks of high and too dangerous for me; but I'll go up a humanity ? Scores of other sayings there are, con chimney with Jim Hudson any day in the year; cerning which the same, or similar questions might that's what I will; and he knows it, and master be asked. Who ever knew, until comparatively late knows it too !'” years, what was the origin of the cautionary saying, | Sympathy was rather thrown away in this case, “ Mind your P's and Q's ?" A modern antiquarian, that's quite certain. however, has put the world right in relation to that saying: In ale-houses, in the olden time, when chalk Winter is upon us; the biting winds rattle oui "scores" were marked upon the wall, or behind the window-shutters and howl down our chimneys. door of the tap-room, it was customary to put the “Poor naked wretches" tremble in the fierce cold; initials “P” and “Q" at the head of every man's ac. and homeless, houseless women and children huddle count, to show the number of "pints" and " quarts" in the alleys and hiding-places of the city. God for which he was in arrears; and we may presume help the poor! Now is the time to remember them. many a friendly rustic to have tapped his neighbor Let the rich recall “poor old Lear," when deprived on the shoulder, when he was indulging too freely in of his kingdom, and reduced to want, the cold rains his potations, and to have exclaimed, as he pointed | beat pitilessly upon his white head, he was forced to the chalk-score, “Mind your P's and Q's, man! to exclaim, remembering what he might have done mind your P's and Q's !" The same writer, from when he had the power, “We have ta'en too little whom we glean this information, mentions an amus. care of this !” Let no disappointment, such as is ing anecdote in connection with it, which had its most forcibly expressed in these lines, add an ad origin in London, at the time a “Learned Pig" was ditional drop to the cup of bitterness which is com. attracting the attention of half the town. A theatri. mended to the lips of the poor of our city: cal wag, who attended the porcine performances, REJOICE! hope dawns upon the poor ; maliciously set bekore the four-legged actor some

The rich man's heard our prayer; peas-a temptation which the animal could not re.

He 'll open wide the garner door, sist, and which immediately occasioned him to lose

And bid us come and share. the "cue" given him by the showman. The pig-ex.

He feels the bread-seed was not given

Alone to swell his pride; hibitor remonstrated with the author of the mischief,

But that God sent it down from heaven, on the unfairness of what he had done ; to which he

For all the world beside. replied: "I only wanted to ascertain whether the

Wail! wail! the rich man's word has proved pig knew his "peas” from his "cues !"

A syren sound alone!

I.

He looked upon the wealth he loved ;

"And what was that, Felix ?' And then his heart was stone!

“ The tail, mother! If I'd not forgot mo tail, . Oh, would the dull, insensate clod

could have flew to Ameriky and back again!""
Give forth its yearly store,
If our great FATHER and our God

Now that what is called, or miscalled the Code
Had thought not of the poor?

of Honor," is falling into desuetude in regions of the

country where it was once considered binding, the A STORY has been for many years current, that an

following laughable burlesque upon the manner in eccentric gentleman, of some scientific aspirations,

which modern duels are sometimes brought about, residing on Long Island, not a thousand miles from

and conducted, will doubtless, as the newspapers New York, once induced a thick-set and very green

say, be "read with interest :" Hibernian to ascend a very remarkably high and

“William Singsmall, Esquire, thought proper to spreading tree, near his residence, accompanied by

say something very severe about somebody abroad, a curious nondescript flying-machine, by the aid of

when the expression was taken up by Mr. Flea, a which he was to soar off, and float very softly down

friend of the insulted party, who happened to be upon the bosom of mother Earth! All being ready,

eing ready, within reach of William Singsmall, Esquire. Mr. the aeronaut started from a platform which had been

Flea waited on Mr. Singsmall, who refused to rebuilt in the topmost branches. He slode" over the

e tract. Ulterior measures were hinted at, and the fol. branches, and then “toppled down headlong” to the

| lowing series of hostile notes and messages ensued : ground, covered with the wrecks of his scientific master's flying-machine, and making another wreck “Sir: Understanding you have imputed cowardice to of himself. He “heard something drop," and it was my friend William Singsmall, Esquire, I call on you either a foolish Irishman! When taken up, it was found to retract, or refer me to a friend. As the matter presses, that he had broken both his arms, a leg, dislocated a I beg, on the part of William Singsmall, Esquire, that you shoulder, and otherwise seriously injured himself. will answer this when I return from Paris, where I am Being dong ill, at his employer's cost and charges,

going for three weeks.

“Yours obediently, PETER SKULLTHICK. the "flying-machine," so signally destroyed, was

To James Flea, Esquire." considered a "permanent investment." This inci

11. dent, which is really true, reminds us of the story of “SIR: I received your note, and went immediately " The Flying Cobbler," an old Irish story, of which | into the country; but on my return to town you shall We find a record preserved in “ The Drawer:” hear from me with the least possible delay. “When Felix showed himself on the top battle.

“Yours obediently, JAMES FLEA." ment of the tower from which he was to jump,

111.

" SIR: I have got your note, and will see about it. opening and shutting a great pair of black wings that

“Yours obediently, PETER SKULLTHICK." were fastened to his shoulders, every face in the

IV. great crowd was turned up to gaze at him. I thoughul “Sir: I bave waited every day at the club, from ten myself that the tower never looked such a murder in the morning until twelve at night, for the last month, ing height from the ground as when I looked at the hoping to hear from you. poor devil standing on the tip-top stone, as uncon

“Yours obediently, JAMES FLEA." cerned as an old cormorant on a rock, flapping his wings for 'a flight. At length, by his motions we

“SIR: My object in writing to you was not on my own

account, but on behalf of William Singsmall, Esquire, to saw that he was preparing to be off in earnest. The

whom you have most offensively imputed cowardice, and men held their breath hard, and the women began to

alleged that you threatened to cane him, while he was tremble and cry; and then, all of a sudden, he made

hidden in the larder of the club-house. a jump off the battlement, and sailed away most "You will see that as a man of honor he must take illigant.' A wild shout of delight arose from the some notice of this. I am going out of town for a few people, but before it had ceased the glory of poor weeks, and as soon as convenient after my return shall Felix was done up.' After two or three flutters, be glad to hear from you.

“ Yours obediently, PETER SKULLTHICK." his wings fell flat to his sides, his heels went up,

VI. and down he came tumbling like a wild-goose with

“SIR: I did go to the club-house with a cane under my a shot through his gizzard, plump to the ground!

coat, for the purpose of pitching into Singsmall. I had Every body thought that it was all over with him; the solemn assurance of the porter that Singsmall had but when we ran to pick him up, we found him lying entered the club and had not left it; but on searching the on his back, not dead, but groaning most pitifully. house he was not to be found. I can only presume that: We took him up as tenderly as we could, and carried your friend was under the sink or in the larder, and I bim home, and laid him on his bed. When the doc.

therefore can not consider him entitled to anything bet.

a tor came he found that both his legs were smashed. te

ter than the severe drubbing I mean to inflict upon him .

whenever I shall be so fortunate as meet him. Not a word nor a groan escaped him. After he came

"Yours obediently, JAMES FLEA." to his senses, he lay with his eyes open near an hour; and then, when the doctor was setting one of the “SIR: I expected you would have referred me to a broken bones, he tried to raise himself up in the bed, friend, and shall wait at the club until I hear from you and with the fire dancing in his eyes, he said : again-unless I am called away by other engagements. ** Doctor, dear, how long will it be before I'm

“Yours obediently, PETER SKULLTHICK." eared again?

After this correspondence, Flea sent a friend to ** Really,' says the doctor, 'I can't possibly take Skullthick, who declared he had no quarrel with any upon me to say, precisely. Tis a bad case, and I one, but only wished his friend Singsmall to have don't apprehend that you can be perfectly recovered the opportunity of being shot through the body by under three months.'

Flea, whose friend insisted that he (Flea) should ** Three months! Oh she devil! what am I to fight no one but him (Skullthick). Skullthick, on do? Three months !-when I had just found it out!'| the contrary, had no quarrel with Flea; but although

**Found what out, jewel?' said his mother, who a married man, was ready to fight Flea's friend, who **s sitting by his bedside.

threw himself into the hands of somebody else, who *** The cause of my failing to-day, mother. The would have nothing to do with any of them. And *ings were right, but I forgot one thing.'

there the matter ended!

VII.

Literary Jutices.

Wesley and Methodism, by Isaac TAYLOR (pub-sphere, that of a parish priest for example, his flock lished by Harper and Brothers), is one of the most would not have been able to find a single fault in characteristic productions of the author, and on ac- their minister. The love and admiration of his incount of its deep reflective spirit, its comprehensive timate friends would only have been a more em breadth of view, its subtle analysis of psychological phatic expression of the feeling of the little world manifestations, its acute and independent criticisms whose happiness it was to live within sight and hear of great popular movements, its unmistakable earn. ing of him. His personal virtue was not merely uu estness of tone, and its catholic freedom from secta blemished; it was luminously bright. His counte rian limitations, may be regarded as possessing a nance shone with goodness, truth, purity, benevo greater significance than most of the theological pub- lence; a sanctity belonged to him, which was felt by lications of the day. Mr. Taylor's favorite theme of every one in his presence, as if it were a power with discussion is the philosophical import of the histor which the atmosphere was fraught. It was Wesley's ical developments of religion. Deeply imbued with virt:le and piety that gave form and tone to his teach. the spirit of contemplation, he is not a dogmatist, noring, and his teaching has embodied itself in the a partisan. His own religious convictions are too Christian-like behavior of tens of thousands of his prominent to allow any hesitation as to their char- people on both sides the Atlantic acter; but he has divested his mind, to a singular Of Whitefield, Mr. Taylor remarks, that the secret degree, of the influence of personal tendencies, in of his power over the vast multitudes that he moulded pronouncing judgment on the object of his investiga. I like wax, was a vivid perception of the reality of spirittions. He evidently intends to be impartial-and ual things, and the concentrated force with which he this is no slight praise-to obtain an uncolored view brought them to bear on the conscience and imaginof the facts which he is considering, to do justice to ation of his hearers. His singular gifts as a speaker every trait of excellence, wherever discovered, and rested on the conceptive faculty as related to those obto abstain from all indulgence of needless censure, jects that are purely spiritual, both abstract and coneven when compelled to express an unfavorable crete; and with him this faculty had a compass, adepth, opinion.

and an intensity of sensitiveness, never, perhaps, In the present work Mr. Taylor discusses the ori. equaled. While he spoke the visible world seemed gin, the progress, the actual condition, and the future to melt away into thin mist, and the real, the eternal application of Wesleyan Methodism, as an instru- world to come out from among shadows, and stand ment, under Providence, for the spiritual elevation forth in awful demonstration. This faculty was by of mankind. Regarding Methodism as a divinely- no means that of the poet or the painter, which is appointed development of the Gospel, acknowledg. sensuous in its material. If it had been of this sort, ing the hand of God in its rise and progress, hold he would have left us monuments of his genius, like ing the character and labors of its early founders a Divina Commedia, or a Paradise Lost, or a series in affectionate veneration, and deeming it fraught of Michael Angelo cartoons. The history of Whitewith momentous ulterior consequences, although tem- field's ministry is simply this: The Gospel he proporary in its import, he presents a series of con-claimed drew around him dense masses of men as secutive sketches of its history, depicting the won- soon as he commenced his course ; it was the power derful events which attended its energetic progress, of religious truth, not the preacher's harmonious analyzing the causes which impeded its universal voice, not his graceful action, not his fire as an triumph, and tracing the conditions of its wide suc. orator, that gained him power over congregations to cess to the elementary principles in the religious the last. nature of man.

In the remainder of the volume, Mr. Taylor conThe first, and by far the most interesting portion siders the primary elements of Methodism, its relaof the volume, is occupied with a description of the tions to society, and its position in the future. These founders of Methodism, including the two Wesleys, topics are discussed with sagacity, and with perfect John and Charles, Whitefield, Fletcher, Coke, and candor, although not in a manner to command uniLady Huntingdon. Without entering into the min-versal assent. Whatever opinion may be formed as ute details of biography, which have been anticipated to his conclusions, no one can doubt the suggestiveness by Watson, Southey, and other writers, Mr. Taylor of his comments, nor the earnestness of his inquiries gives a discriminating critical estimate of the devoted The style of this work, which we do not admire, be apostles, to whose zeal and intrepidity England was trays the same intellectual habits as the former treat indebted for the revival of the religious life, at a time ises of the author. He writes like a man more ad when she had far lapsed from the warmth and vital- dicted to reflection than to utterance. He simply ity of spiritual Christianity. John Wesley, in the records his own musings as they succeed each other opinion of the author, has never been surpassed by in the solitude of the closet, without aiming, at the any general, statesman, or churchman, in adminis- force, point, and effective brevity of expression, trative skill-in the faculty of adapting himself to the which is necessary to obtain a mastery over the circumstances of the moment, without compromise minds of others. He seems to regard language as of his authority or personal dignity. For more than an aid to his own meditations, rather than a mediuin half a century he passed through the most difficult of intercourse with his fellow-men. His writings are conjunctures with admirable success. His simplic- far more like a monologue than an ac'dress. He aims ity and integrity of purpose were in perfect harmony to clear up his own convictions, to reduce them to with the simplicity of his institution, enabling him order, and to give them an outward embodiment, by to manage with ability what had been devised by their visible expression, rather than to enforce them pkill.

on the attention of his readers. Hence, he is often Nor was his personal character less worthy of af- diffuse, even to languor ; and nothing but the vigo! fontion a nd homage. If he had moved in a private of his thought could prevent a wearisome monotony No one, however, can call in question the originality present inquiries, and endowed with an instinctive and genuine earnestness of his speculations; and sagacity of no common order, Mr. Herbert is singu. accordingly, it is impossible to follow their track, larly qualified for the task he has attempted, and has without a profound interest, in spite of the defects performed it in a manner highly creditable to the of his style.

soundness of his judgment and the depth of his re. Charles Scribner has published a new edition of searches. His comparison of the ancient strategy Young's Night Thoughts, edited by James Robert with the modern science of warfare is so clearly il. Boyd, with critical and explanatory notes, a memoir lustrated, and so forcibly reasoned, as to possess a of the author, and ar estimate of his writings. The profound interest not only for professional military editor has performed his task with evident industry men, but for all readers who delight in the removal and love of his author. His notes are generally brief, of learned dust from the records of antiquity. He and well-adapted to their purpose. In some instances, describes the battles which come under his considerthey dwell on minute and comparatively unimportant ation, not rhetorically, but with the paramount desire points, which might safely be left to the sagacity of of accurate statement, though without the sacrifice the reader. The edition, however, is designed as a of picturesque effect. In many cases, where the facts text-book in schools, for the study of grammatical are covered with obscurity, and none but the most analysis and rhetorical criticism, and, in this respect, cautious inquirer can hope for the attainment of truth, justifies an attention to trifling verbal difficulties, Mr. Herbert displays a nice critical judgment in the which would be out of place in a work prepared sifting of evidence, never seduced into the love of merely for the library of the adult. As a poet, paradox, and if compelled to have recourse to theoYoung can never become a general favorite. His ries, always sustaining them by arguments that are day, we believe, is past. The prevailing taste de- no less powerful than ingenious. mands a more genial, human, healthy expression of His conclusions in regard to the character of ser. feeling-certainly, not of less religious fervor—but eral ancient heroes, differ from the prevailing opin. one breathing the spirit of serene trust, rather than ions. His discussions on this point are among the of morbid gloom. Still, the lovers of his sombre med most interesting portions of his volume. He thus itations will find this edition convenient and ample. summarily disposes of the hero of Marathon : "Much

Florence, by Eliza BUCKMINSTER LEE, is a story obloquy has been heaped on Athens on his account; of singular sweetness and grace, recounting the his-much ink has been spilt, and much fine writing wast. tory of a Parish Orphan, and filled with charming ed thereanent, concerning the ingratitude of that state pictures of domestic life in the intericr of New En. in particular, and of democracies in general. ...... gland. “A sketch of the Village in the last Century,” | But all the outcry in this cause is futile, unjust, and is added to the volume, presenting a succession of absurd. Miltiades was a successful and victorious rural descriptions in a series of familiar letters. Mrs. soldier: he was rewarded according to the laws of his Lee is distinguished as a writer, for her exquisite state to the utmost-he was the first man in Athens. taste, her power of graphic portraiture, her love of He was a bad citizen, almost a traitor, and all the home-scenes and incidents, and her deep vein of severity and disgrace of his punishment was remitted cordial, kindly feeling. These qualities run through in memory of his great deeds past. ..... As a man, the present little work with a mild, silvery bright-it nuust be said, he was flawed. Wholly unfitted to ness, which gives it an irresistible charm. (Pub. be a citizen of a free state, he might command others. lished by Ticknor, Reed, and Fields.)

But he could not command himself.” Under the title of Words in Earnest, a collection Nor does the Great Alexander fare better at the of valuable essays from the pens of several eminent hands of our merciless iconoclast: “If we consider, clergymen, has been issued by E. H. Fletcher. The calınly the atrocities committed by his orders and un. work includes two able discourses on “The Moral der his authority at Thebes, at Tyre, at Gaza, and Infiuence of Cities," and an essay on “The The. the barbarous torments inflicted in cold-blooded policy, atre,” by Rey, W. W. Everts; an admirable appeal alike on the good and gallant Britis and on the brutto the young men of cities on the importance of “Men-al and blood-thirsty Bressos—if we remember the un. tal Improvement,” by Rev. J. W. ALEXANDER; a relenting, if not undeserved slaughter of the highsound and instructive article on “ The Duties of Em-spirited and brave Parmenion, the ruthless slaughter ployers to the Employed,” by Rev. William Hague; of the hardy Klutos, who had saved his own life in an argumentative essay, maintaining the retributive the desperate melée of Issosif we recount the woes character of “Punishment,” by Prof. ANDERSON; and inflicted on the brave population of a loyal country, an eloquent plea for “ Children,” and for “ The Sab fighting in defense of their own liberties, the fearsul bath," by Rev. Geo, B. CHEEVER. The work abounds waste of blood in his reckless and fruitless battles, in salutary counsels, expressed with pungency and we shall have no reason to doubt the correctness of force.

the verdict which condemns him as the rashest of The Captains of the Old World, by HENRY WILL conquerors, and the cruelest of all who have laid claim Lam Herbert (published by Charles Scribner), is an to the much-misapplied title of hero." original and erudite description of several of the chief We recommend this volume as an admirable speci. battles recorded in ancient history, with an estimate men of the method of investigating history with the of the character and position of the most celebrated lights of modern criticism. If we can not accept commanders. Mr. Herbert is a decided adherent of all the author's conclusions, we never cease to adthe modern critical school of history," the principles mire his frankness, candor, and manliness as a wri. of which have been applied to Roman antiquities with ter. His style is in perfect keeping with his sub. such admirable effect by the German Niebuhr and the ject, though occasionally careless, and now and the English Arnold. He is no slavish copyist, however, | sliding into unauthorized expressions, which can not of those authorities, nor of any others, however em- be excused on the ground of defective culture or taste. inent. His work is the fruit of independent personal Harper and Brothers have issued an edition of A research and reflection. A classical scholar of rare Lady's Voyage round the World, by the renowned attainments, familiar with the language and style of female traveler, Ida PFEIFFER. The translation the ancient masters, fortified with learning which em- from the German by Mrs. Percy SINNETT is exe. braces a much wider sphere than the subject of the cuted with spirit and wit: apparent fidelity. Ida

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